Post by mysticcurses on Apr 18, 2015 4:18:36 GMT
Brie's breath clouded the atmosphere as she braced the cold journey to her fortress. She rode comfortably on horseback, her mare huffing the thinning air quicker with each passing step. Her cave was located atop a mountain, the elevation reaching that of 30,000 feet. The journey up was precarious, the rubble of ice tainted paths placing travelers in jeopardy. A thousand times she had felt the cut of the cold against her skin, a thousand times the beat of her horse under her, a thousand times she saw the change of life as she approached the top. The change was vague at first, the alpine forests shifting to less and less dense areas of shrubs. Then withered and dead remains of pine trees littered the lonely path like a cemetery. The ground turned more and more blue, the shift of soft earth to frozen seemingly sudden. The air thinned, and the temperature dropped significantly below zero. It sliced at the skin in high wind gusts, the sky a heavy gray to white of snow clouds. Plants were minimal as they neared the top, the path slick with ice. Up, Up, Up, and then- Stop. On either side was a giant drop off, a descent lethal to anyone who took the step out. Fog cascaded along the ice of the mountain, gliding over the path as if an ominous warning to go back. Brie steered Mist's reigns, guiding her through a series of unlevelled steps. The temperature was now a negative 410 degrees Fahrenheit. The air was silent, except for the almost charming hum of the bitter wind. Another turn around the mountain led to a cavern opening. Brie hopped off of Mist, stroking her side and neck. The temperamental mare huffed, shaking her mane to appreciate their atmosphere being wrapped around them. Brie hummed something before turning to welcome herself home. The mouth of the cave was extremely tiny, only big enough for her build being able to slip through. She slid in, the ice of the walls and extreme cold brushing against her. She walked along a gradient, a dark descent that was accompanied by the hollow echoes of her footsteps and slowed heartbeat. A sudden flicker of blue and purple light welcomed her to her home. It was shaped as a house, with a rugged edge to it. The walls of the cave were a deep stone gray, icicles and ice crystals radiating glimmers of light here and there. To the right of her was an opening in the wall that led to her study. All four of the walls held floor to ceiling bookshelves. In the center rested a desk that had askew sketches and writings. To her left was an opening that led to her bed room. Her bed rested unmade, the disorganized resting place due to her nightmares from the previous night. Her bed rested against the furthest corner of the right wall. A window was cut out on the back wall, the gray clouds showing beautifully through the gleam of a synthetic glass. The glass had to be designed to withstand the extreme cold, and without the design process, it would have shattered at even a baby's breath. Brie moved forward into her kitchen, looking over the normal routine of a table, stove, sink, and counter to make sure they had been as she left them. Her weapons rested organized on her table, her hand running over them as she walked through another opening into her front room. She took a seat on a black couch, plopping lazily. The silence set in while the tone of her thoughts scampered through her head. It wasn't long till' she would tend to responsibilities around her cave. Her home was a harsh environment, the faintest mistake leading to the gravest of ends. She found peace in the severity of the danger and took solitude in knowing she was alone. For those who made the choice to venture to her home, she'd welcome them with little more than the edge of her sword. She was just as her environment was: cold.